This is a song about "Left bench"

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

She knows you masturbate left handed

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

'cause she must be racing and pacing and patiently waiting by the bench and the chair

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch, and an attention whore

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats